in approx. six weeks –

6 Oct
I will be home! I’ve just been given the clearance from my supervisor/lead pastor that I can indeed go home for Thanksgiving. Of course at that point in the year, I probably need to add ‘weather pending’ to that sentence but it is still a wonderful thought to entertain.
You know what this means, Connor Robert Reilly … fourth annual Thanksgiving Day Bake-Off. Bring it.

Visitors!

5 Oct
I had my first visitors to Dawson this past weekend and it was awesome to see Grandpa Sid, Aunt Janice, and Uncle Bill. They made a weekend of it and joined me after a short jaunt to Brookings. I gave them the royal tour of Dawson – it takes about five minutes – and then we went in search of a place to eat dinner. This is more difficult than it sounds because we ended up at Dairy Queen. It seemed every other venue was packed to the brim with an event or Saturday night diners and there aren’t that many venues to pick from to begin with!
They stayed at a guest house here in Dawson (wonderful accommodations!) and then came to 8:30 worship at Grace. They met many people before service who approached them, knowing they were new faces, and Lori, the interim pastor, introduced them before she preached her sermon! (I’m not sure Grandpa liked that or the applause that followed!) They sadly had to leave right after the service, but had a long drive ahead of them that day.
Word travels and even the people who weren’t at 8:30 worship kept asking me about my family that visited! Have they left yet? Did they like it? Where are they from? When is your mom coming to visit? It’s a small town … and they’re perhaps a bit nosey but with good intentions.

Touchdown Jesus

5 Oct

I drove one and a half hours to Brookings, SD one night after work to meet up with my dear friend, Kari, who lives in Seattle but happened to be in South Dakota for a family wedding. Since we are rarely in the same region of the United States, we met up for burgers at Nick’s and spent some time together in the big city of Brookings. Well, big compared to Dawson – they have stoplights. (Grandma – Nick’s is the hamburger place that you gave me that article about from Midwest Living. It was a pretty cool place!) While in Brookings, I decided to visit? stalk? egg? the congregation where I was originally assigned to do my internship. On the outside of the church, there is a large mosaic of Jesus and this Jesus appears to be signaling one thing – a touchdown.

Quilt update

5 Oct
Turns out quilting is difficult! My goodness, I am struggling with this whole machine quilting! I put the backing, batting, and top together a night last week and did it quite sloppily, I fear. I was so excited to start putting it together that I didn’t wait until I had proper space to do it. This quilt will be so far from perfect but will keep me warm and I will be proud of it because it pretty much is the first thing I have sewn. Really though, the stitching is not straight, the backing is not tight and isn’t always the precise size. SO far from perfect but I will still love it and cuddle with it and call it my own. Here it is, struggling to machine quilt —

a september summary

28 Sep
A Grace summary from the past weeks:
  • First sermon – check. It feels good to have it behind me and I have been getting a lot of positive feedback about my sermon and how relaxed I seemed while preaching. Next sermon: Oct. 18.
  • I attended a youth mini-golf outing this past Sunday afternoon. Someone set up a bus for us to take … a party bus. Seriously. This bus is typically rented for bachelorette and bachelor parties. There may or may not have been a pole in the middle of the bus and puke buckets scattered throughout.
  • I am starting to recognize faces and remember names which makes this feel like a more comfortable and home-like place.
  • Confirmation has begun and this Wednesday afternoon I’m in charge of the 24 seventh and eighth graders all by my lonesome. I think I will bake them cookies and bribe them to love me.
  • I have visitors lined up for the next two weekends – awesome – and then the following week I will be attending a theological conference for three nights in St.Cloud, MN.
  • After services on October 11, I will be driving the three hours to St.Paul to see Rob Thomas in concert with my bestest, Sara. I am VERY excited for this adventure!
  • I am done with my quilt top! Now I await a machine quilting presser foot of sorts for my machine because I have decided to machine quilt it instead of tie it. I also am still waiting for more floor space in my apartment to appear magically so I have the space to lay the quilt out with the back and batting.
  • Lori, the interim pastor, made bars yesterday on her day off and gave me one. She made scotcheroos with butterscotch mixed in with the chocolate for the top. Glorious. Just like Mom. You know, lots of people don’t make them that way and that missing element of butterscotch just leads to disappointment. (Apologies to anyone who neglects the butterscotch.)
All in all, I drove to work today and realized that I am enjoying myself. The staff I work with is great and the church community is so welcoming and caring towards me. I like it and feel like it’s a good place for me to be at this point in time.

preacher gnome.

27 Sep

Put down your post hole diggers!

27 Sep

I did it – I preached my first sermon on internship.  Phew.  Nerves were high this week as I anticipated the Sunday service and wrote my sermon.  I was pretty nervous until I was there reading the gospel and then I was okay.  No rotten tomatoes were thrown and I wasn’t rushed outside to be tarred and feathered so I think it went over fairly well.  So far anyways.  I realize that what I preached could have some further reaching implications – it seems very applicable to the ELCA churchwide assembly vote to allow gay clergy to be in same gendered monogamous relationships, which continues to be a sticky issue at Grace.  I do not in any way feel that it is my duty to preach my point of view regarding the vote and feel that this sermon was true to the text but could very easily lead people in that direction.  How my words rest and speak to the congregation members, my dear, is the job of the Holy Spirit and not my own.

Gospel text: Mark 9:38-50

My sermon is as follows:

My family has always included a canine member.  I remember running around the farm with Barkley and then Lucy.  Barkley was our guard dog, a black lab mutt, and Lucy was the sweetest yellow lab.  Now we have Jetta, another yellow lab, who is, by far, the most rambunctious and wild of the family pets.  Jetta is friendly and loves to run off and make new friends.  After a few instances of Jetta’s attempts to make friends, we decided Jetta needed boundaries … so Jetta is now subject to an invisible fence.  She is trained to stay within the limits of that fence.  The thought of crossing the line where the invisible fence lies is threatening to her.  She’s scared of it, knowing it will lead to a slight shock from her collar.  Once, when the invisible fence was still relatively new, Jetta crossed the line.  Her favorite toy had wound up on the other side and she was determined to get it.  She crossed the line, felt the shock, and was then fearful to cross back.  She sat on the other side of the fence and cried and whined that heartbreaking puppy cry.  My brother finally found her and brought her safely back inside of her fence. 

Poor Jetta has been stuck on both sides of her fence.  With a fence, we’re always on one side or the other.  We’re either in or we’re out.  Fences create limits and boundaries. They enforce ownership and can put people on the de-fense. We are excellent fence builders in our day and age, and have been for hundreds of years.  Think about the walls of Jericho.  The great wall in China.  Fences for farm animals.  Property lines.  White picket fences.  Snow fences.  A fence that spans the United States and Mexican border.  We even have invisible fences – fences that enforce limits but can’t be seen. 

I don’t think pets are the only ones with invisible fences to keep them in or out, within limits or out of boundaries.  I have invisible fences in my life.  The fences in my life don’t deliver a physical shock to my body if the line is crossed but many times, they are fences that I build myself or am a part of, either intentionally or unintentionally.  When we stop to think about it, we are all faced with fences.  Our families, our churches, our country – think of the lines we draw for membership within these groups.  We put up fences to keep people in or keep people out, to maintain order, or to govern with rules.  Fences can have a good, needed purpose but fences can also be limiting and damaging in negative ways.

The disciples in the gospel reading today want to put up a fence.  They encounter a man who is casting out demons in Jesus’ name but this man is not one of the disciples.  The man casting out demons isn’t one of them – how dare he do such a thing when he is not one of us, the disciples think.  The disciples, with their post hole diggers and wire cutters, had built themselves inside a fence with Jesus.  This other man?  He was not on the inside.  He was on the outside of the fence and the disciples did not want to let him in.  He could not be a part of the group that cast out demons in Jesus’ name.  He was not one of them, they did not know him, and therefore, according to the disciples, must be stopped.

The disciples wonder how anyone else can do good in Jesus’ name but them.  They are the ones who are following Jesus.  They are the ones who are within the fence they have built.  The disciples and Jesus.  Because the others are not with them, what they are doing cannot be right.  It must be stopped.

Jesus thinks differently.  “Do not stop him,” Jesus says.  “For no one who does a deed of power in my name will be able soon afterward to speak evil of me.  Whoever is not against us is for us.”   With those words, the fence is torn down.  The fence that keeps the disciples and Jesus on the inside and this other man on the outside is unnecessary – whoever is not against us is for us. 

Jesus continues, “For truly I tell you, whoever gives you a cup of water to drink because you bear the name of Christ will by no means lose the reward.”  Jesus tells the disciples that any act of kindness, even an act as small as giving someone who is thirsting a drink of water, is an act that advances the kingdom of God, an act in God’s favor.  It makes no difference who does this act – if it is not against God, it is for God.  An act as simple as a sip of water – how simple and trivial this is and yet, how often we need to be reminded to do it.

A small gesture is one that can advance the kingdom of God and further share the love of Christ in and among God’s people.  But just as a small gesture can do good, so a small gesture can do harm.  Jesus continues by warning the disciples against creating stumbling blocks for the little ones.  Earlier in the gospel of Mark, Jesus welcomes the children into his arms, further telling the disciples and us today to welcome the children.  “Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes not me but the one who sent me.”  Jesus goes on with a series of extreme examples of warning regarding the severity of sin and causing others to stumble in their faith.  But as these verses contain warning about cutting off a hand, a foot, or an eye if that body part causes one to sin, the verses also contain promise that speaks to the greatness of the kingdom of God.  It is better to enter the kingdom of God with only one hand than not to enter at all. 

We also know that this is not the last word.  The gospel doesn’t end here but rather continues with Christ’s death and resurrection.  We are sinful people and come before Jesus broken and maimed.  We repent and meet Jesus at the cross.  Three days later, with Christ’s resurrection, we are given a promise.  Promise that we will be raised and that we will be made whole again.  We are sinful people but in the death and resurrection of Christ through God’s love, we are made whole and forgiven.

This promise is not only for those on the inside of the fences we build.  This promise is not reserved for a certain few or the ones that we think deserve it.  It is not within us to determine these limits or boundaries.  God’s love has no boundary.  God is in all places with all people; who are we to say that he isn’t?  God cannot be put inside a fence.  There is no fence long enough or no words in our vocabulary to describe the limitless love and power of God.

When we put up fences, we limit the work of God in the world and limit the promises of God.  We limit what we see as good and the Holy Spirit working among us.  To God, there is not fence.  No insiders or outsiders. Everyone can be the source of God’s action in and among us.  There is no us and them.  We are one.  It is together as one, working to share the good news and love of Christ.  We are not to limit who is restricted from the gospel or who can share the gospel news.  God’s action cannot be contained or completely explained by us. 

God’s action in the world is not always something we can understand.  It does not always come from the sources we think it should.  It can’t be contained in a fence or within only a certain group of people.   We cannot claim as Lutherans that we do more or better work for God’s kingdom that others, like those of other denominations.  We in the United States cannot fence ourselves off and say that we do good work, but kind actions in Asia or Africa or Canada are not pleasing to God.  We cannot say this.  We cannot know God’s master plan or in what ways He is working for the good in this world.  But as we listen to the Spirit, read God’s word, and welcome all into our community, we hope, pray, and act for our neighbor, for the other, and for the coming of God’s kingdom.

If we take down the fences, it might be a scary adventure at first.  With no fence in place, we lose control.  We’re not in charge of who is on the inside and who is not.  We’re no longer the one to say what is acceptable and what is not.  We lose control and we lose definition.  It’s no longer clear who the insiders and outsiders are.  It’s not black and white, not us and them.  But then we wonder – did we ever have control to begin with?  Is it our job to decide who is on the inside and who isn’t deserving of Christ’s promises?  As we take down the fences, we learn to give control to God.

If we take down the fences that separate us, perhaps we’d be surprised about what we would find.  We may be surprised at the people we meet and the deeds of kindness and works of love they are doing because of the gospel.  As we meet people, we should not assign labels or instantly start building a fence to separate us.  Cultural labels, ethnicity, age, economic status.  Instead of labels, instead of fences, we look for the actions, attitudes, and spirit, for mercy, justice, integrity, and faith and welcome it as God working in the world.  As we look to our neighbors, we can tear down the fences we have built, and leave God in charge. 

Let’s put down our post-hole diggers and wire cutters and let us go forth and show Christ’s love with our own actions of kindness, sharing the promise of Christ with all people.

 

church ladies’ eating habits.

24 Sep
I love the church ladies. Hands down, love them. They are wonderful and fun and full of energy … and desserts. I have helped them assemble the newsletter, tied quilts for Lutheran World Relief, drank coffee after worship, been invited to join for dessert after Bible study, and generally been with them a fair bit in the last four weeks. Man, do they know how to “lunch” and do their coffee breaks up right.
Example one: The ladies make quilts in the fellowship hall every fourth Monday of the month. The calendar says they start at nine so I showed up around 9:10. The calendar is false. These ladies were in full quilting swing by the time I walked through the door! I visited with the ladies who were pinning and sewing, ironing, cutting, and then the women who were tying handed me a needle and thread. I had no sooner made my first tie in the quilt when they announced, “Coffee’s ready!” They demanded I put my needle down and join them at the table. I hadn’t been there for but ten minutes and we were drinking coffee and eating deliciously warm coffee cake.
Example two: I was invited to a quilting group on Tuesday night by a member of Grace. I wasn’t completely sure I wanted to go but figured it would be a good adventure. I was picked up at 7 pm and after two hours of sitting around a table and looking at extremely elaborate quilts which I will never be capable of making, they started handing out plates and napkins. Nine o’clock at night and they announce it’s time for lunch. Lunch, what? Apparently, this lunch, three hours before my bedtime, is tradition for these parts and consisted of bars, peanuts, and coffee/juice.
Example three: Wednesday night was Women of Grace, an event for women to come to church and hear a speaker. We listened to the Southern speaker – with whom I bonded afterwards over suckering tobacco – and then, guess what, time for dessert and coffee. Any event at church is seriously followed with or includes dessert and coffee. Lunch, if you will.
Example four: There was a women’s Bible study group that met this afternoon at church. Lori and I had no part in the Bible study; they lead it themselves except for one study every couple months when a pastor steps in. We may not have had a part in the Bible study but there was dessert afterwards and so the women found Lori and I and invited us to angel-food-cake-and-raspberry- dessert time.
So how do they stay so thin? Ideas? Email me or comment here with your conclusion for their ability to maintain weight while eating pastries day in and day out, and I’ll include the responses in a future blog entry!

Look, Mom, I’m quilting!

19 Sep
The quilt has made progress!
The fabric is cut into strips …

Then the fabric is sewn together – this is one half of the top of the quilt.
It’s still hard to imagine it with another half and finished … but I think I will like it. I think it suits me. The real difficulty with the quilt is when it comes time to put it together with the backing and the middle bits … if this is only half of the quilt size, where do I find floor space to lay the entire quilt out flat? You can see my coffee table and kitchen table get in the way … and this is pretty much the biggest piece of floor space I have available. It will be a creative challenge.
After completing this, I made myself stop for the day. I so easily get wrapped up into finishing projects but want to take my time with this one and give myself something to do on some other days in the week! Plus, I was naive in my estimation of how much a quilt costs to make; if it were cheaper, I’d make one every other week to entertain myself but money can be somewhat of an issue.

The new toy

18 Sep
This title was part of my status on gmail last Wednesday to which my friend, Kim, told me “I wish I was your new toy.” As much fun as Kim is to play with, the new toy was, sadly, not her or any person but an inanimate appliance. I decided last spring that my internship hobby would be learning to quilt. I’m not sure how or why I came to the conclusion but since then have told many people so they can hold me to my word.
I’m making progress … the sewing machine arrived last Wednesday. It sat patiently in its box until I was done with Wednesday evening meetings and then it was unpacked and put to work. The plain, cheap and too-long IKEA bedsheets which had hung from my windows needed some trimming and adjustment. I did it. I measured, cut, and sewed. I’ll admit, they’re not any too straight and have their flaws but for a first project, I pat myself on the back. Now I have curtains that don’t hang on the ground and can be tied back from the middle. Success.
Today I made the trek to Willmar, MN, a drive of just over an hour foregoing the detour of a highway. The road continually reminded me that it was closed with barricades and signs but I made it the 17 miles with no unnecessary stops on the shoulder or visits with a person in uniform. Willmar is pretty much the closest fabric store to Dawson and so I stocked up on fabric for my first quilt. It’s a simple quilt but I think a good place to start and I hope that it is at least in a usable condition to clothe my bed for the year ahead.
I had no idea how difficult it was to look at bolts of fabric and then envision what the fabric would look like when it is pieced together on a larger scale. I struggled and still am uncertain that I succeeded at the task. Piecing it together and time will tell. Here is my “color story” for my first big sewing project —
Washed and dried, I had hoped to iron the fabric and start cutting tonight but alas, I lack the distilled water needed for my iron. I also lack the convenience of 24 hour shopping in the berg of Dawson and so I wait until tomorrow for the sewing disaster to begin.